[ God and please and Mollybabyohsweetheartyes all hold the same sentiment as he feels him sink down, similar thoughts like made for me running through his head with each inch swallowed up by impossible heat. Stretched and wet as he clings to Fjord's ridged shaft with each rise, every descent ruts a little harder to rub those soft walls raw, the thick crown clutched so tight that Fjord's lip curls back in a soundless snarl. It's all he can do to huff and grunt and not come too early. ]
There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
[ He moves slow, focusing on the amazing feeling of rising and sinking down on that cock, desperately filling himself as much as possible of Fjord each time he bottoms out.
Molly's red eyes watch his boyfriend heatedly as he rides him, not breaking eye contact aside from a few involuntary times when the glide is just too good. He's smiling, flushed and happy as he fucks himself exactly like he wants to, taking everything he can with greed and joy. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, baby you're so good to me!
[ He says, a slight hiss at the last words as he manages to lean just right for the best stretch around those ridges and pressure against his prostate. ]
I love you, I love you... Xe dajy haf, haf oyyd wa qaav...
[ Getting Molly to come before him is always a challenge to his pride and the Infernal is a rarity that fires him up all the more, sitting up to drag Molly securely on his lap and grasp those lovely thighs, palming his way around to a pert ass. Only one hand slides that way before instead slipping under the base of a tail and rubbing there, the other wrapping around Molly's cock in a mirroring hold; both are stroked in tandem as Fjord kisses him, groaning with the feeling of tight heat riding his cock. ]
[ Molly is quick to put his arms around Fjord when the half-orc sits up, kissing him desperately as he's almost overwhelmed by the touches. He's still moving, though, a little more desperate and uncoordinated as he chases his orgasm.
He whines into Fjord's neck at the sweet, mostly unknown words - since an orcish dictionary and his TTS app were not friends. It's impossible to hold back when those hands go for his cock and that small, extra soft place under his tail, and Molly gasps and clings tighter as he comes. ]
[ He digs a nail under the base of that tail as Molly comes, just to increase the stimulation, although he's much gentler about jerking him off and letting Molly ride it out, spilling all over the black happy trail down a green abdomen and thick fingers, making a mess. Fjord lets himself follow, coaxed by that tight hole rippling down over his cock and the sweet cries from his beautiful boyfriend, vision whiting out for a hot second.
When he returns to himself he has his arms wrapped around Molly and is flat on his back, cock still buried in that lovely body and a toasty purple babe splayed on top.
A dopey smile crosses his face as he groans to signal he's alive. ]
[ Molly's a little dazed, still riding that burst of pleasure that was almost fizzing through his veins. He's glad that Fjord can sometimes go twice, because otherwise he would never see the half-orc's face when he comes, always fucked so well that everything is fuzzy and all he sees is white - slowly turning to green with a focusing point of pretty gold eyes.
He gets his head together while feeling that perfect cock pulsing inside, and he makes a half-purr, half-moan of happiness and approval, following his blissed-out lover to the tent floor and making himself at home on Fjord's chest.
Molly's almost nose-to-nose with Fjord when he starts to show life signs, hair tousled and damp from sweat, a few curls plastered to his forehead and horns. That tail waves lazily above them, each little swish wiggling that ass a little bit. ]
Mmmm, hello my sweetheart ... [ Kisses mindlessly dapple whatever part of Molly he can reach as he winces in pleasure, cock aching where he's held captive. That swirling tail makes for some interesting sensations as it rolls Molly's ass around. Dazedly drifting in the afterglow, Fjord runs his hands all over Molly's bare skin, arms and sides and legs, palming the curve of his ass and higher. ] Pretty pastel baby ...
[ Nonsense burbles out in the sleepy post-coital cuddles, nuzzling a scarred neck. ]
[ 'Sweetheart' always sends happy vibes to his brain, and the lazy wag quickens a bit.
Molly laughs fondly at the babble, snuggling in and also kissing whatever green skin he can reach while trying to not stab his lover with his horns. He's purring softly, a rumble in his chest of happiness. ]
You're perfect. So good to me, so good in general...
[ He can feel the wagging of that tail quicken and it makes his smile widen, a soft snort buried in Molly's hair. Without the heat generated by banging like teenagers in their tent, the wind is picking up as it blows straight through one end to the other and Fjord makes a vague plan of action: settle Molly, close the tent, cuddle.
That involves moving, however. It's not the best plan. ]
We've got to move ...
[ He bucks his hips a little, just to make his point with Molly still sat on him. ]
[ Molly whines, and then gives a surprised 'ah' as the dang half-orc bucks a bit, awakening some nerves in an almost over-stimulated way. It's still a terrible inconvenience to get up and slip that cock out of himself, but Mollymauk is a benevolent brat and will do as asked.
For now.
He groans as he sits up more, trying to not jostle Fjord too much since he knows intimately by now how easy it was to get him to stay hard. Lifting himself off his lover with a sigh at the feeling of suddenly being so empty, he then reaches for the wipes he has so smartly added into his pants before sneaking in here and getting ready. ]
Mmm...
[ Molly's just gonna clean himself and Fjord off and then lean down for cuddles - unaware that it's a little chilly now, the dang furnace. ]
[ He long ago gave up arguing against Molly cleaning them both up, although he gets his beachy shorts back on asap to avoid the chill and gives Molly a little push into the blankets, pecking him on the nose. ]
It's cold as my balls right now, let me fix the tent.
[ It's just part of the sex! Molly's always so gentle and happy when he cleans up Fjord, usually placing kisses on the stomach and thigh if Fjord wasn't still hard. It's just something he's learned to love through his boyfriend, as few people were as interested in giving him the same treatment before Fjord.
He flops into the blankets like he's a ragdoll, giving an overly exaggerated sigh. ]
[ Dropping a pillow on Molly's head, he crawls over to one wall and zippers it shut, hurrying over to the other one so that the beach and waves are finally blocked out. He ferrets around to find a sweater, ignoring Molly's barbs, and slides into the sleeping bag with a full-bodied shudder as he limpets around his toasty tiefling boyfriend.
Little Fjord is most certainly not hard anymore. ]
Ffffuck, it's actually freezing! Oh my god, maybe you should fuck me now to warm me up from the inside-out.
[ Without Fjord among the blankets and the sleeping bag, it actually is a little chilly, so Molly bites down his teasing and instead opens his arms to wrap himself all over his boyfriend, scooting blankets around them to heat them up. ]
Poor baby.
[ He says sweetly, and it's his turn to kiss the tip of a cold nose. ]
Shouldn't a water boy know it gets cold on the beach at night?
[ Not that he had any idea, but he didn't use to be a professional swimmer! ]
[ Molly jumps a bit at the introduction of a cold nose against his neck, and grabs on tighter to Fjord, trying to cover him as much as possible with himself and blankets to trap the heat his body provides. ]
Isn't it good that I showed up in your tent, hmm? What if you had to stay all alone...
[ The dramatic whimper is his last, starting to warm up wearing a tiefling and all the blankets on top of them, although he brings his legs up and is the one to wrap around Molly tonight.
A kiss pecks Molly's cheek. ]
Thanks for keeping me from being a half-orc popsicle.
I prefer you a lot less rigid in all areas but your popsicle, darling.
[ That barely made sense, Molly.
He yawns a bit and snuggles in, nice and toasty and full of feel-good energy from both cuddling and sex. After the drinking, games and bullshitting they had done all day at the beach, this was an excellent end to the day. ]
[ Just gonna casually slide a hand underneath Molly's tail, right beneath the base where it's thickest, around an hour later when they're snoozing. It's warm there! Sue him.
[ It's lucky that nobody gets a cold after that little escapade, but everyone does have sand everywhere and the towels are written off as a lost cause when Molly doesn't remember where he buried them. It was a great time, though, and they're definitely doing it again!
...maybe in the middle of summer, this time.
A week later, Molly sweeps into the living room and heads for the couch to lean over Fjord's shoulder. ]
Hi, babe. Can I borrow your computer for a sec? My phone's out of battery and I forgot my laptop at Yasha's.
[ Molly nuzzles the side of Fjord's hair with his nose, pressing another kiss there. ]
I have to check out a comment someone made and maybe remove it, so it shouldn't take long.
[ Smiling, he takes off into the bedroom to flop on the bed and open up the computer. Now, of course the other tabs makes him a little interested, because he is a curious asshole, but it was usually just Fjord's favorite pages and maybe some articles.
When he starts typing in Instagram (and at least he can write that fairly well) his eyes stop at a tab he didn't expect. Curious, Molly clicks on it and a new world of fun opens up.
Tail kink.
Possible troll forgotten, he grabs the laptop and hurries out into the living room again. ]
Fjooooord~? Do you have something you want to tell me?
[ Watching a documentary on deep-sea monsters, he doesn't immediately look up when Molly walks in. He slowly turns his head and hitches up an oblivious but curious smile. ]
No, what's up?
[ Snea snakes are all up in the forefront of his brain because of the show. ]
[ Aw, his boyfriend is so cute when he's all into something on the TV. It makes Molly almost feel bad to disturb him. Almost. He slides into the couch next to the half-orc, putting the laptop on both their knees. ]
Not yet. I may have found something more interesting...
[ Clicking on the tab, his tail slides over to curl in the half-orc's lap. ]
[ If a man could have all the green drain from his face ... ]
Th-That's not what it looks like!
[ Fuck. He forgot he'd browsed that stupid website and now it looks ten times more illicit in the light of day, tails wrapped around weird objects and bodyparts on thumbnail views. Oh, god.
He tries to ignore the accusation in the tail that slides over his lap. ]
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There you go, I've got you ...
[ Grasping at Molly's ass to help spread him and take some of his weight, Fjord never takes his eyes off him and judges where's best to get Molly bouncing so he's happiest. It's not chiefly about getting off, there's consideration in the way Fjord invites him to take his own pleasure, to use him without guilt. ]
Go on, baby, you deserve it.
[ He doesn't recognise his own voice. ]
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Molly's red eyes watch his boyfriend heatedly as he rides him, not breaking eye contact aside from a few involuntary times when the glide is just too good. He's smiling, flushed and happy as he fucks himself exactly like he wants to, taking everything he can with greed and joy. ]
Yes, yes... fuck, baby you're so good to me!
[ He says, a slight hiss at the last words as he manages to lean just right for the best stretch around those ridges and pressure against his prostate. ]
I love you, I love you... Xe dajy haf, haf oyyd wa qaav...
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Jiak deukire lat, faushnu ...
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He whines into Fjord's neck at the sweet, mostly unknown words - since an orcish dictionary and his TTS app were not friends. It's impossible to hold back when those hands go for his cock and that small, extra soft place under his tail, and Molly gasps and clings tighter as he comes. ]
Yes, yes, yes, yes!
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When he returns to himself he has his arms wrapped around Molly and is flat on his back, cock still buried in that lovely body and a toasty purple babe splayed on top.
A dopey smile crosses his face as he groans to signal he's alive. ]
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He gets his head together while feeling that perfect cock pulsing inside, and he makes a half-purr, half-moan of happiness and approval, following his blissed-out lover to the tent floor and making himself at home on Fjord's chest.
Molly's almost nose-to-nose with Fjord when he starts to show life signs, hair tousled and damp from sweat, a few curls plastered to his forehead and horns. That tail waves lazily above them, each little swish wiggling that ass a little bit. ]
Hello.
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[ Nonsense burbles out in the sleepy post-coital cuddles, nuzzling a scarred neck. ]
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Molly laughs fondly at the babble, snuggling in and also kissing whatever green skin he can reach while trying to not stab his lover with his horns. He's purring softly, a rumble in his chest of happiness. ]
You're perfect. So good to me, so good in general...
[ Tent sex really is their jam, isn't it? ]
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[ He can feel the wagging of that tail quicken and it makes his smile widen, a soft snort buried in Molly's hair. Without the heat generated by banging like teenagers in their tent, the wind is picking up as it blows straight through one end to the other and Fjord makes a vague plan of action: settle Molly, close the tent, cuddle.
That involves moving, however. It's not the best plan. ]
We've got to move ...
[ He bucks his hips a little, just to make his point with Molly still sat on him. ]
You know I'll stay hard if you stay there, Molls.
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[ Molly whines, and then gives a surprised 'ah' as the dang half-orc bucks a bit, awakening some nerves in an almost over-stimulated way. It's still a terrible inconvenience to get up and slip that cock out of himself, but Mollymauk is a benevolent brat and will do as asked.
For now.
He groans as he sits up more, trying to not jostle Fjord too much since he knows intimately by now how easy it was to get him to stay hard. Lifting himself off his lover with a sigh at the feeling of suddenly being so empty, he then reaches for the wipes he has so smartly added into his pants before sneaking in here and getting ready. ]
Mmm...
[ Molly's just gonna clean himself and Fjord off and then lean down for cuddles - unaware that it's a little chilly now, the dang furnace. ]
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[ He long ago gave up arguing against Molly cleaning them both up, although he gets his beachy shorts back on asap to avoid the chill and gives Molly a little push into the blankets, pecking him on the nose. ]
It's cold as my balls right now, let me fix the tent.
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He flops into the blankets like he's a ragdoll, giving an overly exaggerated sigh. ]
You cold-blooded types...
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[ Dropping a pillow on Molly's head, he crawls over to one wall and zippers it shut, hurrying over to the other one so that the beach and waves are finally blocked out. He ferrets around to find a sweater, ignoring Molly's barbs, and slides into the sleeping bag with a full-bodied shudder as he limpets around his toasty tiefling boyfriend.
Little Fjord is most certainly not hard anymore. ]
Ffffuck, it's actually freezing! Oh my god, maybe you should fuck me now to warm me up from the inside-out.
[ Shivvveringgg. ]
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Poor baby.
[ He says sweetly, and it's his turn to kiss the tip of a cold nose. ]
Shouldn't a water boy know it gets cold on the beach at night?
[ Not that he had any idea, but he didn't use to be a professional swimmer! ]
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[ Brr, brrr. An actual baby, yes. His freezing cold nose is very grateful for Molly's kiss and he shoves it in the crook of his neck. Hi!! ]
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Isn't it good that I showed up in your tent, hmm? What if you had to stay all alone...
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[ The dramatic whimper is his last, starting to warm up wearing a tiefling and all the blankets on top of them, although he brings his legs up and is the one to wrap around Molly tonight.
A kiss pecks Molly's cheek. ]
Thanks for keeping me from being a half-orc popsicle.
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[ That barely made sense, Molly.
He yawns a bit and snuggles in, nice and toasty and full of feel-good energy from both cuddling and sex. After the drinking, games and bullshitting they had done all day at the beach, this was an excellent end to the day. ]
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Also grope that ass a little because ass. ]
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...maybe in the middle of summer, this time.
A week later, Molly sweeps into the living room and heads for the couch to lean over Fjord's shoulder. ]
Hi, babe. Can I borrow your computer for a sec? My phone's out of battery and I forgot my laptop at Yasha's.
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Sure, it's on the bed. I put it to sleep earlier so you don't need to bother with the password, it should boot right up.
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I have to check out a comment someone made and maybe remove it, so it shouldn't take long.
[ Smiling, he takes off into the bedroom to flop on the bed and open up the computer. Now, of course the other tabs makes him a little interested, because he is a curious asshole, but it was usually just Fjord's favorite pages and maybe some articles.
When he starts typing in Instagram (and at least he can write that fairly well) his eyes stop at a tab he didn't expect. Curious, Molly clicks on it and a new world of fun opens up.
Tail kink.
Possible troll forgotten, he grabs the laptop and hurries out into the living room again. ]
Fjooooord~? Do you have something you want to tell me?
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No, what's up?
[ Snea snakes are all up in the forefront of his brain because of the show. ]
Did you remove the comment?
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Not yet. I may have found something more interesting...
[ Clicking on the tab, his tail slides over to curl in the half-orc's lap. ]
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Th-That's not what it looks like!
[ Fuck. He forgot he'd browsed that stupid website and now it looks ten times more illicit in the light of day, tails wrapped around weird objects and bodyparts on thumbnail views. Oh, god.
He tries to ignore the accusation in the tail that slides over his lap. ]
This isnt't, uh. I wasnt ...
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